Such in the many-tinted bower
Of rich man's garden passing gay
Upstands the hyacinthine flower.
Of rich man's garden passing gay
Upstands the hyacinthine flower.
Catullus - Carmina
65
14.
Thou wanting, never son and heir
The Hearth can bear, nor parents be
By issue girt, yet can it bear,
Thou willing:--with such Deity,
Whoe'er shall dare compare? 70
15.
An lack a land thy sacring rite,
The perfect rule we ne'er shall see
Reach Earth's far bourne; yet such we sight,
Thou willing:--with such Deity
Whoe'er shall dare compare? 75
16.
Your folds ye gateways wide-ope swing!
The maiden comes. Seest not the sheen
Of links their splendent tresses fling?
Let shame retard the modest mien.
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17.
* * * *
* * * *
* * * *
Who more she hears us weeps the more, 80
That needs she must advance. 81
18.
Cease raining tear-drops! not for thee, (86)
Aurunculeia, risk we deem,
That fairer femininety
Clear day outdawned from Ocean stream 85
Shall ever more behold. (90)
19.
Such in the many-tinted bower
Of rich man's garden passing gay
Upstands the hyacinthine flower.
But thou delayest, wanes the day: 90
_Prithee, come forth new Bride. _
20.
Prithee, come forth new Bride! methinks,
Drawing in sight, the talk we hold
Thou haply hearest. See the Links!
How shake their locks begilt with gold: 95
Prithee, new Bride come forth.
21.
Not lightly given thy mate to ill
Joys and adulterous delights
Foul fleshly pleasures seeking still
Shall ever choose he lie o' nights 100
Far from thy tender paps.
22.
But as with pliant shoots the vine
Round nearest tree-trunk winds her way,
He shall be ever twined in thine
Embraces:--yet, lo! wanes the day: 105
Prithee, come forth new Bride!
23.
Couchlet which to me and all
* * * *
* * * *
* * * * 110
With bright white bedstead foot.
24.
What joys the lord of thee betide!
14.
Thou wanting, never son and heir
The Hearth can bear, nor parents be
By issue girt, yet can it bear,
Thou willing:--with such Deity,
Whoe'er shall dare compare? 70
15.
An lack a land thy sacring rite,
The perfect rule we ne'er shall see
Reach Earth's far bourne; yet such we sight,
Thou willing:--with such Deity
Whoe'er shall dare compare? 75
16.
Your folds ye gateways wide-ope swing!
The maiden comes. Seest not the sheen
Of links their splendent tresses fling?
Let shame retard the modest mien.
* * * *
17.
* * * *
* * * *
* * * *
Who more she hears us weeps the more, 80
That needs she must advance. 81
18.
Cease raining tear-drops! not for thee, (86)
Aurunculeia, risk we deem,
That fairer femininety
Clear day outdawned from Ocean stream 85
Shall ever more behold. (90)
19.
Such in the many-tinted bower
Of rich man's garden passing gay
Upstands the hyacinthine flower.
But thou delayest, wanes the day: 90
_Prithee, come forth new Bride. _
20.
Prithee, come forth new Bride! methinks,
Drawing in sight, the talk we hold
Thou haply hearest. See the Links!
How shake their locks begilt with gold: 95
Prithee, new Bride come forth.
21.
Not lightly given thy mate to ill
Joys and adulterous delights
Foul fleshly pleasures seeking still
Shall ever choose he lie o' nights 100
Far from thy tender paps.
22.
But as with pliant shoots the vine
Round nearest tree-trunk winds her way,
He shall be ever twined in thine
Embraces:--yet, lo! wanes the day: 105
Prithee, come forth new Bride!
23.
Couchlet which to me and all
* * * *
* * * *
* * * * 110
With bright white bedstead foot.
24.
What joys the lord of thee betide!
